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| heres another cd:
Mr. Lif - Mo-Mega (DefJux)
I've only listened to lif as a features on songs of others and always liked him. heard him on DJ KRUSH's Jaku, Cut-Chemists the audience is listening and on something else but i cant remember. but whatever so i heard lif on his own album for once and its lovely. his delivery and the shit he spits are up to par. dropping clever lines with clean deliveries, just the way i like'em.
go check it out.
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i came back to write more. like i've written numerous times on here, i dont have many oppurtunities to enjoy the internet unless i come in and pay for a cup of joe here at catch 22. and doing so today i've been reading a lot on the cds i've recently purchased. pretty much reading about opinions of others. and doing so i stumbled upon a interview with omar rodriguez-lopez. he's the mastermind behind mars voltas experimental and orchestrated master pieces. the interviewer from Xlr8r magazine (which is the illest music magazine i can find on the stands) asked
"do you ever run into situations where your over-thinking rather than allowing spontaneity to dictate the work?"
and he responded: "I sometimes have a hard time doing that with Mars Volta. It’s hard to be totally spontaneous, because everything is so structured. But I think I find small ways to make the process spontaneous. Sometimes I’ll limit myself to certain equipment, or even sabotage myself with problems that will force me to think in different ways."
i like tha approac. because it works for me. in college i was limited with money which meant i was always limited with equipment. well it was more like the lack of any that was besides my reliable ibook i'm on right now. it helped me plan ahead with projects and leaving other possibilities for when i can get my hands on the equipment i want able to afford. and on sabotaging myself i guess over excessive caffeine, over excessive thc and over excessive consciousness pushed me to the brinks of sanity into pumping out work. pressure. stress. doubt. you guys have been my life line. | | |
| i finally bought some new cds:
Nine Inch Nails - Everyday is exactly the same Remixes.
this my first N.I.N. flick i've ever bought. i've seen the logo on shirts and all sorts of shits for years but never had no idea what kind of stuff this guys been making. now i know. he makes ill shit. i'm looking forward to taking a trip to amoeba and picking up everything in his discography.
Matisyahu - Youth.
whomever thinks a jewish rabi(sp?) shouldnt sing reggae needs to slap themselves because matisyahu is a breath of fresh air for classic reggae in my books. especially in a time where reggae/dancehall/dub/ska is so watered down. his voice and his band never fails to impress me. his lyrics are also amazing. yes it maybe religious in a sense that homeboy speaks much of finding enlightenment through his god but at the same time praises anybody who is searching their enlightenment in different gods or methods. good man. good man.
Patato - THe Cuban Percussion Legend.
oh man. oh. man. . this cd is the gem out of buy. this wrinkly old man makes beats like no other. "uncle patato" is ill on the conga. i cant even describe how ill this cd is. just ask me for a copy homie. period.
Mars Volta - Amputechture.
what can i say about mars volta that hasnt been said. like deloused in the comatorium and frances the mute, Amputechture is a beautifully orchestrated album. mars volta albums are not meant to listen to songs one by one, they're shit is made to listen to albums fully. i'd still buy their shit even if the whole album was only one track. cause once you start listening to their shit you wouldnt want to skip a song. ever.
Dr. Octagon - the return of...
i've never listened to the first one he dropped with dan the automator. i hear that shit is a classic and its wonderful. and the sequel? totally sucks. the beats dont really catch my attention or interest. the lyrics and delivery dont impress me at all either. sorry doc. maybe i need to listen to your first joint. cause as of now its like watching matrix reloaded without ever watching matrix the first one right now homie.
so whats up. i'm having myself a nice weekend. i got to meet new people and some old faces this weekend. its been good. i met Miko's mama last night. she was kind of drunk. and miko was about 4 levels above that. i like meeting peoples mamas. like their cooking, mamas are always the shit. i can totally see where her sisters and her really come from. i also got to see some old school japanese school homies. some i havent seen in like.. 8 years? more? no se. also bumped into some LABCC homies. always good to see them folks. today was also nice. it was Rinban Nori's 30th anniversary at LA Higashi Honganji. it was hella sick. about 500 heads came to congratulate his achievement. cheers to one of my teachers of enlightenment. and thank you for everything these past 7 years. and cheers to many more to come.
alright i should get to work.
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| i came in here (catch22 CAFE) planning to do some work.
but i'm writting a entry.
i have no internet access at home so whenever i get here i check every site i check and read emails. nothing really important really goes in there unless i'm expecting shit. and from reading shit here are some thoughts on what i've read.
1. kevin garnett. i dont know why people are making such a great deal about him still being in minnesota. i would love him to get a ring but at the sametime hes showing something in sports that seems to be dissappearing as we speak. loyalty. trust and a type of pride that should never be laughed at, snickered or talked about behind his back. he has never said a damn thing about wating out. no trades. no signing somewhere else. hes showed kevin mchale over ten plus years of loyalty for drafting him and trusting his talents and skills to lead the team in the frozen tundra. hes never given up on anyone and anything in his life and hes not about to start. just shut up and let the man play. respect the man.
2. shoes are getting ridiculous. first it was people who just kept them boxed up in the closets. then theres are the fools who buy them just to resale. same shoes. different colors. yet people line up to buy the same damn shoe. i will argue that jordans are another story. and here is why. each different pair resembles a different pat of career. and the same applies to many of us. "remember when the 11s came out? we were in 8th grade doing...", "remember 2000? when the jordan 15s dropped our senior year in highschool?". for god sakes some of us can pinpoint what year it is by just naming a jordan shoe. its part of our timeline as well as michael jordan himself.
3. those are the only things i look up on the internet.
so its almost that time of year again. christmas/hannukah(sp?)/kwanza/newyearsEVE/newyears. does islam have anything? besides the fasting stuff which i can never remember what its called. that stuff is crazy. i used to have some homeboys on my highschool hoop team that were muslim. think about going through 3-almost 4 hours of practice during season while your fasting. cant even begin to think how drained and shitty they must of felt after practice. respect brothers. nothing but it and i've never told you otherwise.
like last year i've decided to hand craft my christmas gifts for all on my list. nothing silly. nothing inpractical. inpractical is that a word? lemme know. it'll be better prepared and crafted this year compared to last years.
that is all.
alright piece. | | |
| whats going on. i'm slowing getting burned out from a day of work and doing work. i've been pumping out a bunch of posters and designs for the camp i volunteer at. the designs may be a tad bit too much for everyday shit we use for camp but i'm progressing which has been good to me. as i've mentioned numerous times on this shit i'm very lazy. i'd use a much harsher word but i cant think of anything else to use. but doing work has been keeping me occupied and has helped me slowly turning me into a hermit. no sleeplessness which could be the next step but i'm content with whats been produced of late.
god. art/design where would i be without you. i probably would be doing jack shit and complaining about not going anywhere in life. and my folks thought art/design was something i would eventually give up on. no harm intended. i love them to death but without their doubts i would of never become as good as i've become in my craft.
basketball and art/design has always been doubted in my life and because of the doubts i've become something no one thought i'd become. in basketball i was the fat kid who didnt want to play at all. and now 10 years removed from those days i've left my impressions on the courts i've spent hours upon hours. same with my art/design. from the days of my mom kicking my ass for drawing on walls, moms being called into parent conferences because i wouldnt pay attention and get caught drawing all over my notebook, to today where i'm still drawing all overmy notebook (and ibook) and anything i feel like drawing on. my folks better feel lucky that i've never got into cans and doing walls.
sorry i'm rambling.
whenever i roll into another city a step outside of LA i blast "Never the same" from Visionaries. why? it just cause i believe they represent los angeles to the last drop. they are the only crew i can truly say resembles the city they hail from. a group made of a japanese, filipino (two of them actually), mexican, caucasian and african american. along with the differences in culture and color these brothers also varie in their spiritual beliefs. no one really cares when it goes down to it but i must say i truly appreciate these guys being who they are.
bleh whatever.
piece.
p.s. i never say this enough to you. Hip Hop i love you and i wouldnt want to even start thinking about where i would be today without you. | | |
| whats going on folks.
had a good weekend. got to see a lot of people that i dont get a chance to see too often these days.
went down to huntington to surprise a friend on her return from a business trip. along with accidentally bringing in booze to an Muslim household. my bad guys. i'm a freakin idiot. so i got to hangout with a lot of my pomona folks i havent seen since running away from that school. we didnt really do all that much but thats what made it special. it was like old times. goofin around and shittin around. it was great. mary's flight landed in lax around 9:30pm and after surprising her we grabbed some grub at bjs. i headed home after that.
on saturday i hit up a graphic design show with hiroshi john and met up with kaz and his homeboy in echo park. it was a weird show until they broke it all down to me. it was a GD battle. with 8 cats tournament style. each contestant is given 15 minutes with a topic and whomever does that illest shit gets chosen by the judges.other rules were that there really arent any. you can go online and grab images. take photos of shit in the area or of the random props that were laid out behind them. they also had some of the illest equipment to work with. one of them was my homies cousin who owns giant robot. i dont know him personally but it was cool to see him getting love. the winner was a freelancing cat who did it up with lots of designs made from scratch. they used photoshop and illustrator and it seemed the ones who werent so stuck on photoshop usually won. the venue was dope. lots of beer and people. peaceful and easy going people. kind of crowded but hell it meant this show as a success. some of the contestants were were big wigs. 4 star. volcom. designers from big joints. it was ill watching them with their craft. fools were sharp quick and efficient. just shows me how much i gotta work in order to be able to do what i wanna do.
watch out world. i'm on my way and imma bust through the walls.
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